It was another disconsolate disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room room access in my smart butler's uniform black pelage, and grey waistcoat and black trousers with a single bar awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager noblewoman H, was her usual disagreeable self.

The Dowager or peeress Margaret. She must have been in her 40 though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her dowdy mordant widow woman garb. She was still in mourning for her recently husband who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A happy release the faculty surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the live on of her letters. She sighed in resignation and she turned on me once more.

"Hanson, recite me,"she said in her superior voice,"What do you do for entertainment on your day off."

"I see my mother and sister, Madam."I replied.

"You don't have some little woman hide out away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a pantryman. Ten years I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to discolour sergeant. Yet when the repose came a butler was the only post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

"A boy then,"she taunted mischievously,"I knew it, a sodomite !"

"No Madam."I insisted.

She liked humiliating me. I looked at her though carefully so not as to cause eye liaison.

"Oh you are !"she clapped her hands delightedly.

I had had enough of her. I resolved to reconcile forthwith.

"No Madam, after my house visit I go to the cathouse in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his Lordship's favourite whore. I have her dress all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse lash like his Lordship did yelling, ‘ Take that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a sodomite, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're prevarication of course. He fornicated with every buxom bird he could lay hands on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

"So Hanson, are you saying you would wish to thrash me with a horse whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to slash me with a gymnastic horse whip ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should enjoy that very often,"I confessed.

"Oh !"she squealed delightedly,"What fun ! ah that will be all Hanson. Thank you."

I expected to be dismissed on the post but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his untested wife Lady Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the opulent meal with all the decorum of sloven at a trough, and drank the fine wine as if it were stinker cordial.

"I say,"madam Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much french wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a heat for whipping poor unsuspecting bird with a sawhorse whip."

"Has he been abusing the servants ?"Divine H enquired.

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable rootage tells me he likes to let some coarse trollop dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

"commodity God mother, in black ?"lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should clobber her within an troy ounce of her life given a half chance my lord,"I explained.

"Capital, capital letter !"Creator H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mom. She would eat you for breakfast !"

"Indeed My Almighty,"I agreed and I blushed crimson.

"Time for the port I think,"Lord H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a thought Mama horse whipped by the handmaiden !"

"Geoffrey, please !"ma'am Jane chided. poor Lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because lord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the family retired. I took my supper with cook and the maids downstairs.

I went to bed confused. I had expected to be dismissed instantly for insubordination.I could not encompass the Dowager's reaction.

N returned for a few Clarence Day until both lord H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom bell rang. Bessie the maid went at once but returned quickly."The Dowager wants Mr Hanson,"she announced.

I went at once,"Yes gentlewoman ?"I ventured as I entered her room after knocking politely.

"Come in close the door, there is a draft,"she ordered."I have something for you."

She handed me a ache leather bound causa, unusually long and slim down."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the event. It contained a somewhat secondhand cavalry whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my pipe dream,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."deadbolt the door and drop your trousers."

"dame ?"replied uncertainly.

"deadbolt the door and shed your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes gentlewoman, certainly gentlewoman,"I replied and I slid the door deadbolt along and returned to resist before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

"pant down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to inspect your equipment."

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly undid my belt and let my pant slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes lady,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a bivouac pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my Henry needed a riding crop up his hindquarters before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touch on my turncock. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a bead of pre cum glistened.

She licked that finger,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."

She lay back across the wide image bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underclothing what so ever. Just a suspender whack and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your remuneration for once,"she ordered.

"Of course lady,"I replied and I swiftly undid my bootleg patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my pant underpants and wind sock off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind sleeve off,"she laughed as she lay with her stifle raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my penis towards her and the first contact I made was my pecker to her quim. It was soft, dampish, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a tongue through hot butter.

It was so longsighted since I survive had a woman. My penis revelled in his employment. Pleasant sense datum raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

"No petting,"she said,"No undue familiarity."

"Sorry Madam,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a whore ?"

"Use your discernment Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what Butlers are supposed to do."

"Thank you ma'am,"I said."In that case take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in mind,"she laughed,"I would favour less talking and more effort."

No snuggling, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have got my US Army issue prophylactic sheath.

Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the vent was about to take fire,"Madam,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"release fill me, flood me pull in me feel like a woman again."

I had no answer the penstock were well and truly open and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"Back to your duties."

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the doorway, slid back the bolt and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

She was in the kitchen,"Oh do hurry up Bessie,"she complained.

"dame ?"I queried.

"Go away Hanson you have done enough,"she chided."Fetch a warm towel and wipe me girl."

Lady Margaret sat with her chick raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"wealthy person you been fucking the butler Madam,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid female child, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her forthrightness and deficiency of decorum.

Poor Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in blow out of the water surprise.

"Has he not been fucking you girl ?"she asked.

"No dame, I am a good girl !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish missy more probable,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to observe the lower orders in their lieu or lord knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her usual unsympathetic self but then Lord H went to London alone and arranged to expend the night at his club.

Lady Margaret was in a playful mood, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.

The two ladies took an ahead of time supper and on their retiring to bed I took my supper downstairs.

But the bell soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the substance that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"peeress Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a good chap."

I did as she asked, and found to my astonishment noblewoman Jane sitting upon the toilet at Lady Margaret's dressing table.

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your special attributes. My son being a somewhat debile and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to cater pricy Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed madam ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a solution to this standstill ?"she asked.

"Not immediately gentlewoman,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief test to establish Hanson's say-so Jane and he is quite passable in that regard."

"You make him sound like a prize crap,"Lady Jane teased.

"Bronze booty perhaps,"she suggested."But more a entire to the family's brood mare."

"Oh so am I no more than a brood mare ?"madam Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"madam Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, unspoilt temperament and a wise head and has feature film not unlike to my son's so I believe he will give a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this Madam,"I enquired.

"No you do not, your task is to saturate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

I looked at Lady Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does look a petty young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"good Divine, she's been married for two years and fucked master knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would consume exceeded that in a two weeks,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a painful disappointment Hanson, his Padre was a tedious eager but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and inheritor business."

"Then I shall do my duty Madam,"I agreed.

"No softheartedness, no consideration, no love, simply infuse her like a bull serving his cow,"dame Margaret insisted,"I shall of course of study supervise."

"Are you content with this My Lady ?"I enquired of lady Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure Madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet and soft and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, circularize your leg so Hanson may bang up you."madam Margaret ordered,"trouser off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my place and trousers, windsock and underpants and my jacket and would have got been naked but for ma'am Margaret's cry to desist."decent !"she cried.

dame Jane was lying on the bed, her knees parted and raised her underthings removed and her quim clearly displayed.

I stared,"To your responsibility Hanson,"gentlewoman Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully raise, rearing indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my penis from behind me, reaching through my pegleg and aiming it at the younger cleaning woman's quim.

My phallus brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the misfortunate fille was not in the to the lowest degree rouse, and no wonder.

"A instant My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly abut my buss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her heap and then parted her down lips with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist channel between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was quick so I swiftly slid up the bed again and gentlewoman Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

"Oh Hanson, that is divine, kiss me !"she pleaded.

"No intimacy !"gentlewoman Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

"No, desist I say !"noblewoman Margaret repeated.

"Oh that feels so near !"Jane cooed,"Tell me you love me !"

"stillness my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse lash from its leather bound guinea pig and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"dame Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.

"Oh just be done !"madam Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her oculus shining,"Ohhh that is sooo Nice,"she sighed,"You must give Henry some deterrent example !"

"Don't be absurd !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh ending can't you !"

"Yes brothel keeper,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my tool making Jane gasp as the outpouring of semen surged into her vagina.

"Oh gosh Hanson,"Jane gasped,"You are so passionate !"

"Far too passionate, too passionate by one-half,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no warmness !"

"Madam is simply green-eyed,"I explained.

"Don't be so fresh !"Lady Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your pant on you will frighten the handmaid !"

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to see my trousers and shoes.

I dressed and left the noblewoman as I returned to the downstairs.

"You been fucking the old cunt again ?"Bessie asked.

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old kick sort of supervised !"

"Oh,"Bessie sighed,"That's why you got lipstick on your cheek."

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom Vanessa Stephen rang,"Oh tinker's damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and biscuit in the sleeping room !"she snapped."That young lady Jane has a grinning like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson ?"

"Ah well come to my elbow room later and I'll show you !"I laughed.

As it happened I spent the entire night alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The next morning ma'am Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do believe you have missed your vocation as a gigolo Mr Hanson !"she taunted me after lunch as I followed her along the up the stairs corridor.

I lifted her skirt and tucked my thumbs in the cincture of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and rub my pollex against her quim.

"Mr. Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow protest. She let her underthings gloam and stepped decorously out of them,"weft them up !"she ordered.

"In due grade Madam,"I replied and I put my free arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her mamilla stirred.

"You were jealous when I kissed ma'am Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her torso had other ideas. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my ovolo edged slowly privileged her.

"Here in the corridor or in your bed elbow room, you choose,"I invited.

"Bedroom !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her sleeping room with my quarter round still inside her. She opened the door, I closed and bolted it.

"Hanson, what has come over you ?"she hissed.

"I don't really know,"I explained,"But you do seem a much nicer person when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do miss having a man around,"and she knelt down and leaned over the end of the bed,"No familiarity remember."

"Really ?"I queried and I kissed her neck.

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't sham Hanson, you have no Sir Thomas More esteem for me than I do for you."

"No Madam,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my bash and dropped my trousers with the other.

My extremity sprang free, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my paw as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

"Oh Hanson, that feels so good !"she gasped.

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if ma'am is ready I feel it is time to blurt !"

I shot my incumbrance inside her. A dozen spirt may be more, each faint than the one before until I was drained.

"Thank you Hanson, that was most agreeable,"she conceded as we separated a few here and now later,"But really you can not just take out my underclothes down on a whim."

"Then don't wear underwear ma'am,"I suggested quite reasonably.

"That is quite decent, don't be so impertinent !"she said but she smiled .